The Mendicant of Naples

When I lived in Naples, there stood, at the door of my palace, a female mendicant to whom I used to pitch coins before mounting the coach. One day, suddenly perplexed at the fact that she never gave me any signal of thanks, I looked at her fixedly. It was then that I saw that what I had taken for a mendicant was rather a wooden box, painted green, filled with red earth and some half-rotted banana peels.

Max Jacob, Le Cornet à Dés (1917);
found in Extraordinary Tales
by Jorge Luis Borges & Adolfo Bioy Casares.


3 comments on “The Mendicant of Naples”

  1. Cute. Really love the greens. Ps have you done much poetry recently? I can feel some stirring somewhere, I think.

  2. I see what you did there.

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